Ok he can do this. Just... Walk in. Walk in and sit down. Its just a drinking party at Kaminari's, its not the end of the world. And its not like he hasn't kept in touch in the last 3 years. He's been a pretty good fucking friend if he does say so himself.
Bakugo takes a deep breath, walking forward and knocking on the stupid flat door. He has to say, at least dunce face had the decency to pick out a nice flat.
"-ust a second the door- BAKUGO!" Kaminari shrieks as he flings himself onto the blond. The lightning bolt blond backs up some, looking up at the other man,"Dude you grew a few inches! I did too though! So you can't bully me!"
Bakugo hardly opens his mouth before he's dragged inside. He stumbles over his own feet, grumbling at his stupid friend.
And once again: He hardly has time to open his mouth before there's 4 pairs of arms around him. He growls.
"Fuckers g'off- omphf!"
"No!" Mina looks up at him, her void eyes filled with- shes already drunk, of course she's already drunk- tears.
"We missed you grouchy!" Jirou punches his shoulder as she lets go.
"Nice to see you again Bakugo man." Sero, the only fucking reasonable one, pats his shoulder, holding up a fist as Bakugo politely bumps his against against the others.
Bakugo glances around, looking for-
"Bakugo!" He feels a huge weight flop against his back, someone hanging off his shoulders from behind,"My bestie!"
The blond grins, punching the arms around his shoulders lightly as he turns around.
Kirishima beams as he turns to him, and he's still the same as ever. He does look taller now, maybe an inch taller since graduation. And he's grown into himself: wider chest, stronger build. Better for his quirk.
And his shitty hair is still spiked up and bright red. Hah.
"Sup shitty hair."
"Honest to god dude-" Kirishima laughs,"I missed that name so much Imma let it slide for now."
Bakugo snorts, and he laughs as they all pile on top of him again, all of them whining about how much they'd missed him.
"What's it like in America!?" Mina and Denki say in unison, looking up at him.
"Guys guys..." Kirishima laughs, and Bakugo watches Sero waltz into what he's guessing is the kitchen,"Let Bakubro sit for a little while, he came home and probably came straight here..." Kirishima grins mischeviously at the other man,"Cause he miiiiissed ussss~"
"Yeah yeah, fuck you." Bakugo bats him away and the red head cackles, all of them heading into the kitchen. He isn't going to admit that he came here as soon as Denki invited him.
Bakugo feels the drool in his mouth as he walks in. It smells so fucking good. He has to admit, Sero was a decent cook when they were all younger, even though Bakugo is better.
But he likes sero's food cause it tastes kinda like his grandmothers cooking.
And he hasn't had a decent meal- one that he could just scarf down without being worried about his weight and posture- in a damn long time.
"-nd it was awesome!"
"Yeah I've seen some of those new moves on TV Bakubro..." Kaminari points at him, mouth full,"You should totally show us!"
"Pleeeease~" Mina pouts a lip out,"I won't bug you for a month...?"
"Was that a question or a statement?" Bakugo looks at her and she shrugs, giggling some.
They all fall silent then, sitting in comfortable silence. Bakugo won't admit it, but damn hes missed these idiots. They're all the same, goofy and funny, hanging around when there isn't work to do. Kaminari said they've even kept the tradition of Wendsday game night, something they did all three years at UA.
That reminds Bakugo... He needs to go see that old fucker Almight.
He's heard he isn't in the best of shape right now. But...
"Kiri put your phone down and stop looking angry!" Mina smacks the red heads hand as Bakugo looks over at him.
"Sorry..." The red head sighs, laying his phone aside,"Yumiko wants me to grab groceries on my way home..." He looks at the table in an annoyed manner,"Even though I literally went yesterday and bought everything." He mutters under his breath.
"And this is why you never get married kids." Kaminari snorts, slugging down another drink.
Bakugo stops, going wide eyed as he looks up at all of them,"Huh?"
"Kirishima's wife dummy." Mina giggles.
"Oh." Bakugo swallows,"Yeah, forgot bout that."
Kirishimas married. Bakugo swallows stiffly. It sounds so weird in his own mind, and it kinda...
The blond shakes his head lightly, taking a breath as he gains his composure. He needs to stop thinking of shit that passed, its all done. He shouldn't be thinking of it.
Kirishima has a life now, and he's certainly not a permanent part of it.
The blond man swallows. That feels worse.
"Yeah sure... They're all out." Bakugo says quietly back, standing from the couch and being careful of a passed out Denki, stepping over his straggled form.
Kirishima is quiet behind him, and they both take a deep breath as they leave the weight of their drunk friends. Kirishima chuckles softly as they pull their shoes on.
"What's so funny?" Bakugo side glares him, even if he doesn't mean it.
"Nothin' just..." Kirishima smiles gently, stepping outside as he grabs a back pack from the hanger by the door before closing it.
"It was nice having you here tonight... After three years I mean..." The red head shrugs,"I think we all... Kinda missed having you around."
"Oh...?" Bakugo stares at his feet as they make their way down the steps.
"Was that "oh." A question or a statement?" Kirishima grins as they make it to the bottom of the steps, going to the next flight of stairs.
"I just..." Bakugo shrugs,"I thought maybe you guys were good without me."
"Nah dude!" The other man grins, hugging his shoulders,"We need our leader! We're like a wolf pack!"
Bakugo does laugh now. What kinda bullshit is that?
"I'm serious!" The red head sags off his shoulders.
The rest of their walk is silent. And Bakugo won't say it, but he loves the arm that sticks to his shoulder all the way down. He has to keep himself from smiling.
They make it to the last floor, pushing outside into the rather warm night. The arm around his shoulders dissappears, and his heart sinks some, but he can't let it bother him.
He needs to grow the fuck up and stop dwelling on dumb shit.
"So um... Where's your car?" The red head asks, and Bakugo looks at him bluntly.
"I don't have one."
"Don't have the money right now..."
"But dude you're fuckin' famous-"
"In America. Not Japan." Bakugo sighs,"I only have my motorcycle."
"You have a motorcycle?"
"Yep. So how's married life?" The blond glances at him, and Kirishima bites his lip.
"I'm..." He sighs,"Actually its a lot more than I thought it would be, but..." He smiles gently,"I love yumiko so... Yeah."
Ouch, right in the heart. Bakugo swallows, and pulls his keys out, walking towards the only motorcycle in the lot. He sets on it, straddling it between his legs as he pushes the key into the ignition and grabs his helmet,"Alright, seeya around shitty hair-"
The blond looks back at him, stopping himself from turning the key over in his bike. His helmet is sat in his lap as he waits for Kirishima to jog over to him.
"Listen um..." The taller man shifts his weight, biting his lip,"Three years ago..."
Bakugo swallows, shaking his head as he pulls his helmet on,"It's fine. Don't worry about it." He says bluntly, making sure not to let his voice slip into something pathetic.
"I really don't think it is... Especially since you packed up and left a week later."
"Its fine. Kirishima drop it." The blond man looks up at him, watching as the red head falters on his words,"I'm serious. Its fine, we're good."
"Are you... Sure?" Kirishima gives him an earnest look, eyes pleading for honesty.
"Yes..." Bakugo holds his fist out, just so he can get out of this conversation before it's too late,"We good, or am I just looking stupid?"
"Ah um-" The red head bumps his fist to the blonds, and Bakugo reaches down, starting his bike.
"Seeya." Bakugo looks up at him again, glad the other man can't see his face,"Stop thinkin' about it. I'm fucking fine. You know I am."
"Ok ok..." Kirishima smiles, nodding,"See ya I guess..."
And he leaves.